A Senior, at Last Congratulations class of 2018!!! That’s what will be said after everyone walks down the line for their diploma. It took a while to get to this point, eighteen years or twelve school grades, but I made it. I think in some ways this has been one of the bigger milestones during my school life and even life. There is no doubt that my senior year has left a big impression on my life: from beginning to end. The beginning of my senior year was all about remembering my schedule and staying on top of my homework. That was a difficult task because I was working part-time at the nursing home and studying EMT at SWCC. I managed to succeed in my college classes earning an A and B. I remember working on Friday and trying to take
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I was working so hard on EMT classes, school, and work I just able to function emotionally as well as I needed. All the long hours of life made me stressed, depressed, and exhausted. I was missing days left-and-right because I was too tired and too depressed to function. An average week looked like this. I had early jazz on Monday starting at 7:30, then school until 2:34, then EMT class in Creston until 10 p.m. It’s about an hour drive home from Creston. I would then try to work on a little school work or just sleep. Tuesday was basically the same as Monday but instead of EMT classes I would work from 3:00 through 10:00 after my school day. On Wednesday I would go to school at 8:15 and then after school ended clean my church for an hour and a half. After I cleaned, I would go to youth until about nine or ten at night. Thursday’s were the same as Monday’s, but I didn’t have early jazz and Friday’s were the same as Tuesday’s. When I decided I couldn’t do this on my own, I finally told my mom I needed to see the doctor for my depression. I was diagnosed with “critically low vitamin D”. That was the way the doctor worded it. I then had to take meds and was obligated to see a counselor. The counseling sessions never worked, and I had to switch meds and the dosage many times. I never fully felt happy during that time. It then came that my closest friends were taking their
I was working so hard on EMT classes, school, and work I just able to function emotionally as well as I needed. All the long hours of life made me stressed, depressed, and exhausted. I was missing days left-and-right because I was too tired and too depressed to function. An average week looked like this. I had early jazz on Monday starting at 7:30, then school until 2:34, then EMT class in Creston until 10 p.m. It’s about an hour drive home from Creston. I would then try to work on a little school work or just sleep. Tuesday was basically the same as Monday but instead of EMT classes I would work from 3:00 through 10:00 after my school day. On Wednesday I would go to school at 8:15 and then after school ended clean my church for an hour and a half. After I cleaned, I would go to youth until about nine or ten at night. Thursday’s were the same as Monday’s, but I didn’t have early jazz and Friday’s were the same as Tuesday’s. When I decided I couldn’t do this on my own, I finally told my mom I needed to see the doctor for my depression. I was diagnosed with “critically low vitamin D”. That was the way the doctor worded it. I then had to take meds and was obligated to see a counselor. The counseling sessions never worked, and I had to switch meds and the dosage many times. I never fully felt happy during that time. It then came that my closest friends were taking their